do it anyway

like to charge, reblog to cast.

sleep is stolen time. don't let them take it from you anymore. tonight. we are staying up. til one billion o clock.

Computer. Iris by the goo goo dolls. Loud enough to kill.

At all times I am filled with a berserker like rage but thankfully for everyone around me I am much too tired to do anything with it

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the appeal of studying human history is like. your brothers and sisters, who all died just before you got here, managed to pass down only a few things to you, and almost all of them are in your blood. the rest of your inheritance is scattered in ruins and tombs and libraries that have outlived their makers. they wanted you to know them but they are gone. will you look back into time and try to find whatever is left?